Pu$$y R@pp3r lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah
What the f*ck is this sh*t I see here?
Y'all n*ggas can't be serious?
Haha, haha

[Chorus]
n*gga just said these female bars so whack, ain't you writin' 'em?
Wonder why these hoes head be so gassed up, boy, ain't you hypin' 'em?
Why this sh*t so dead? Damn, you couldn't put no life in 'em?
He a man writin' 'bout a pus*y, I knew he had a lil' dyke in him
Wanna be like us so bad, huh?
We make you so mad, huh?
Yes, I rap 'bout pus*y but I'm not a pus*y rapper
Can't no n*gga scare me, all of them some actors
Yes, I rap 'bout pus*y but I'm not a pu—

[Verse]
Okay
First of all
I ain't even really tryna get too personal
But half these lil' rap n*ggas can't rap unless they got a Perk involved
They just j*rkin' off in a circle talkin' 'bout female rap, who hurtin' y'all?
You probably couldn't pull a b*tch, even if the b*tch was a service dog
Lil' whack n*gga, how dare you?
Make a hit for yourself
Ain't been hot since Mims' "Hot", Love & Hip-Hop ain't help
And quick, with two seconds on the shot clock
Can you tell me why you talkin' all of this sh*t when your biggest recent hit was "Thot Box"?
Silence
Yeah, I'm resortin' to violence
We said, "Come get a taste of this pus*y?"
And all they heard was, "Try us"
Now fly yourself across the globe, turn the radio on
I bet you can't find a station that ain't playin' this song
Inspire woman and you write for these b*tches, how unbecomin'
How spiteful is it to sh*t where you eat and act like it's nothin'?
The girls runnin' circles 'round n*ggas blindfolded
If you don't see it, you ain't got your eyes opened, b*tch
[Outro]
f*ck is you talking 'bout? (Like, "Huh, what?")
Like y'all really get on my f*ckin' nerves
Every five seconds, every five seconds (Shut up)
"It's all the girls, all they rap about is pus*y"
pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, c*nt, c*nt
You would rap about it too if you had one
pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, coochie, coo-coo
If your di*k had all that power, you would rap about it too
But it don't, pssh
Woin (Woin, woin, woin)
Stank di*k n*ggas, go wash your balls, b*tch
Haha, haha, haha
Oh, oh, oh, and before you go, hum
I just wanna let you all know, this is just rap
It's just rap, right?
All bars, no beef, it's just rap
Love you, mwah